CHAPTER 45

I sniffle before signalling for the tissue box. Ivory grabs a tissue, wiping her own eyes before passing it to me. "It's just so sad, you know?" I sniffle, watching Rose pleading for Jack to wake up. He's clearly dead, his whole body turning blue and icicles forming on the strands of his hair. "What a waste of a beautiful human," Ivory mumbles, blowing into her tissue. She turns towards me — "I can't believe you've never watched the Titanic before Emily, it gets me every time." We're...